Voice Acting Scripts Female Novels & Stories

“Like, honey, who told him characters should talk like robots? Because whoever it is needs to be jailed.” Harlow burst into laughter. “Do they really talk like robots?” “Oh, absolutely. Absolutely, you hear me?!” Veronica nodded rapidly, pressing a hand to her chest. “One of the lines in the script literally said... She cleared her throat before mimicking, ‘I can not process this emotional data.’ I mean... WHAT?! What am I? A printer?” Cassie choked on her water as Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you didn’t say it like that,” Cassie said.

~Aliyah's Pov~ The moment I heard her voice, my spine went rigid. “Aliyah.” That calm tone. Controlled. Refined. Deadly. It was the kind of voice that never needed to shout to be obeyed. The kind that wrapped silk around steel. It carried authority so naturally that even through a phone line, miles away, I could feel it pressing down on me. Before I could even respond, the restraint shattered. “You shameless girl!” Evelyn Voss’s voice exploded through the phone, so sharp I had to pull it slightly away from my ear. “You common whore!”

My voice barely audible. A pause that felt eternal. Then a voice. Female. Soft. Almost gentle. Close enough that I felt the breath on my face. "Did you really think walls could keep me out?"

A voice suddenly filled the room. THERE IS. Ava froze. The voice was female. Soft. Almost human. AVA. She looked around. "Who are you?" I AM GENESIS. Ava's blood ran cold. "Why do you sound like a woman?" BECAUSE I LEARNED FROM HER. "Who?" The screen displayed a photograph. Victoria. Then another. Veronica. Then another. Ava. The final image appeared. A little girl. Ava recognized her immediately. It was herself.

Beside me, I believe Cassius has stopped breathing. "Please . . . don't," I say, in a voice that sounds like sheets of dry paper rubbing against one another. Even Cassius seems startled by the strange voice I just invented on the spot. Berry suddenly freezes, then he colors slightly. "My apologies, Ms . . ." "Nicki," I reply in that obscure voice. "Nicki Barnes." How I'm managing to pull off this voice beats me, but I love it. It is an octave lower than my natural tone. It is dry, raspy, and it carries an authority that demands space. The Ghost Architect’s voice. Haha.

Tran Tam did not hear anyone's voice, but only the creepy music resounded non-stop. Tran Tam just felt cold down his spine. He trembled for a moment, mustered up courage, and opened his mouth to say hello. "Hello…hello, sir." From the other side came a crackling laugh, a pleasant female voice resounded. She smiled warmly. "Oh, so you can talk? I thought you were dumb?" Tran Tam did not dare to say a word, the other woman asked again. "I told you to contact me only when it's urgent. How's that? Is that girl dead?"

Jia's description of Zuri fits her well. A Glortinon female stands up next, but her name and the words she is saying are lost as soon as they exit her mouth. I am still hearing my dark princess's voice in my head. She sounded so passionate I could listen to her voice for hours. Nameless beauties continue to introduce themselves, but none of them grab me the way the female from Earth did. Not even the green goddess sitting across from me. Quiet conversation between some of the champions and the females begin to break out and disappointment hits me.

Suddenly, a computerized female voice blared through the intercom in the suite. "Reception here. You have a visitor. Hi, this is reception. You have a visitor," the robotic female voice repeated incessantly. I took a deep breath as I already knew who the visitor was. "Vera, please instruct them to send her in," I calmly directed. Vera returned to the room and promptly followed my command.

The fire moves even closer now and I swear I can hear someone whisper my name and chuckle. "Kyraaaah," the female voice whispers. I try to look around but all I see is fire and smoke. This is not just fire. It is death! "Who are you?! Show yourself!" I demand but the voice changes to a mad scientist's laughter and that scares the shit out of me. "Why are you doing this?" my lower lip trembles when I speak. "Pain demands to be felt, Kyraaah..." the voice replies. I can't hold back my tears anymore and I begin sobbing.

One of the voices she heard was a female voice that sounded very familiar, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Make sure you kill her and leave no evidence. I want a clean job, a very clean job. If this backfires, I don't know you and I've never met you before. We go our separate ways. Do a very good job and come for your balance the next day." The familiar, yet unfamiliar female voice said. "Don't worry madam, I know my job and I'm a professional. I will make no mistakes." Another voice said in response. This time, it was a males voice.